My heart's pounding, it's loud, so f***ing loud.
The beat is echoing through these empty halls.
Why can't I hear your voice any longer?
All I can hear is the heavy thump of my own pulse.
Slower, and slower. My heart beat is becoming almost non-existent.
I pray for the day it stops.. the day I'm free of this confinement.
The day I no longer will be reminded of you..

But you're here, like always.
I feel you in the air I breathe, in my lungs.
I smell your scent, intoxicating as always.
You're here with me in this deteriorating house.
So, why can't I see your face anymore?

What do I do now? How do I go on without you?
This house is buzzing with silence. It's devouring me.
The silence is eating away at my soul..
I'm sorry, so very sorry.. for what I did.
You know I had to, the voices.. those god-damn voices..
They wouldn't stop, you know they wouldn't!
I had to.

It's not like you wouldn't have! I know you.
You would have without another thought..
You were always cold to me.. never truly there..
But you're here now, you won't leave.
You won't stop torturing me.
You're face infiltrates my every thought.

My blood is turning cold.
I can feel it, freezing underneath my decaying skin.
I can't remember the twisted features of my own hideous face.
I smell of rot and mildew, or maybe that's just this dying house.

Sleep has become a feared visitor.
What was once an escape from the terror of reality is now a painful slideshow of my mistakes.
The memory of you is everywhere I go, the memory of what I've done..
Why must you torment me this way?

I'll do anything to be away from here, away from them, away from you.
You've been gone for so long, why wont you just leave?
I've got to get away, stop pulling me back.
I can't stay here with you. I won't.